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When will cease, God, of my life suffering? When, Lord, the torment? When the deep madness?
When, Lord, shall cease my deepest sorrows?
When my hard prison to enjoy will become?
If in your goodness, Lord, step life waiting, make my easy yoke and soft, that your love and grace trust.
Was so big fortune achieve the good they desire, that even sad living in soil, believed enjoy your height. Oh Lord, my soul loves; my being humble themselves before You, knee bend before Thee the sinner who implores. You love that you attend the sweet death sentence, Look, O God, my heart pained and anguished. How sweet were the bonds that I join Thee, my God, if free from ungodly world could live in your arms! When, Lord, give me heavenly bliss and happiness? When this human creature suffer the boot?
Hear, O God, my cry, look at my chest punished, Take me with you soon, feeling your love alive. And in your sky, freed corruption and Tristura, I will enjoy sweet fortune released from human care.
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